I was just saying how I've been far too happy to think about blogging, to write tortured posts about how beautiful life would be if only... I am living the if only, and I'm not about to launch into a post of dreams and wishes. I've got them all around me and the world really is beautiful.
But god Hungarians have a knack for fucking it up. We had a potentially beautiful dinner last night with B & P, Pali and a friend of theirs J whose wife recently passed away. So perhaps you'd expect some subdued mood, sadness etc. But the entire evening consisted of nothing but complaining and drinking as if it were rapidly going out of fashion. Cleaning up this morning I was appalled at the number of bottles and cigarette butts.
Mat and I made a great meal - he made Bambi soup, I made the starter dips and platters, bambi burgers and the chocolate/caramel/almond slice for afters. But it wasn't a good night. I'm just over the attitude. It's not constructive, inspiring... I actually don't get anything out of it.

Today I've got a bit of work, Mat is going out this afternoon, but otherwise it's just us, and sunshine and the luxury of being together.

Beautiful

Why write a Hungarian complaints page when so much that is beautiful is all around me.

Today at lunchtime I learned a valuable lesson. If you lie for long enough in gentle spring sunshine after a deliciously subtle Indian meal, you will eventually want ice cream. (Bacio and Italian custard - a variation on frozen zabaglione I might try and recreate at home).

So, happiness. beautiful without being trite (hopefully) :

-the joy I get from the flowers poking through the zippy green foliage of my pea plants.

-the sign on a landcruiser at Warwick station today, letters fashioned out of gaffer tape: "Fully Loaded"

-bursts of fresh strawberries at breakfast as the sky over Duncraig begins to break into light.

-words from the ladies. the older we get, the more I miss them. And how wonderful is it, that despite teh distance, personalities even manage to squeeze through in emails. Manna's dear, sensible practicality. It might be an imaginery room only, but we're sitting in it, eating Tim Tams.

-mornings in general - I find such comfort in my routines (for now just shared with Richard), and the accompanying Perth sunshine and music from Bud. Note: Bon Jovi not to be listened to at peak hour on the train.

-Kili insisting that I watch the Simpsons too. "It's more funny if you don't watch it by yourself".

-weekends with M when we don't have hoardes of people around. just us in the 'burbs.

-smiling. My grandmasterplan is to make it as contagious as yawning.

the list could go on (the smell of clean clothes that have dried in the sun), but alas, I am at work.

"Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing"

This morning, some minutes before six am I was on the bike, sweating buckets, following the instructions of Trev, who is, as I may have mentioned before a disturbingly sexy mix of Turnbull and Hughesy. Scary stuff. But I feel great.

Yesterday was a satisfyingly full day. A bout of body pump in the morning, then work, then metrica until Evi arrived at 7.15.
Our english session was good, and I can't help but speculate that I may be my mother's daughter after all, with regards to the pleasure I get from teaching.

Then, when Evi left, I got stuck into making the black forest cake and stuffed peppers for tonight's dinner with G and J.

It feels good keeping busy, because I have been missing M something awful. Many times a day something will happen and I'll want to tell him about it because I know how it will make him smile, or what silly joke he will react with.

The countdown (and Banana) is growing slimmer by the day :)

(Russell said "she is beautiful just as you said". )

This morning the RPM instructor looked like an oddly endearing mix of Malcolm Turnbull and Hughesy. It was a good class, and deep fuschia colours rent the sky as the sun rose on my way home.

My weekend of Nannuppery and bliss resulted in some writing, so I will slowly type that in here. Or I might just be fancy and difficult and scan it instead.


Nothing like a dew blessed forest at dawn to jolt one's soul back in place.

The meeting

Last night Mat and Kili met my Mum for the first time. Roast chicken and chocolate cake were on the menu, but beyond that I knew nothing before I went to bed last night, more nervous than I should have felt. Nervous twinged with a bit of jealousy that one would be seeing the other without me.

Mum's email this morning coloured my day happy, starting right now at 5.45
She said she gets it. She understands my choice. And I'm happy that she knows now the big unfettered heart I live with. She gets his gentleness, even if sometimes it's in an uncouth uniform.

Today after work I am driving down to Nannup, for a (cold) bit of quiet Anna time. Richard will be taking his holidays with Evi and Levi.

So this really is just a short blurb to say Yay, happiness made.